*featuring Juvenile
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[Juvenile]
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Do you know what this ballin is, I'm talking bout marble floors
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Tricks in private jets, hoes behind Rover doors
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You talked about me bad but what you doin
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Nothin but walkin round tha projects shoo-shooing
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Get mad when I flash tha karats don't want to see me have it
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I guess tomorrow I'll be smokin a 'gar in Paris
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My cellular ring, ok let's pick up this change
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Beeper blowin up, I'm lookin down at tha game
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I'm steady changin cars so tha feds won't mess wit me
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Park tha Q 4-5 and hop in tha Cherokee
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At about 8:30 I'll be rollin in a millennium
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Sippin on condact on my way to my condominium
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Been rollin livin lavish, eatin in commanders palace
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Bitches attracted to tha savage
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Where niggas is chillin, sleepin in tha Royal Senesta
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My girlfriend is my berretta, I never left her
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What you know about them Beamers and Moe-Moe's
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Them Lexus 4-doors and them '97 Volvos
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Hell I might as well buy me a castle instead
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And get fed some grace by Miss USA
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[Hook (Juvenile)]
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How can I make a million?
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Without tha feds investigating my building
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I know niggas gone try me, I'ma have to kill them
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But I'ma keep on makin money up until then
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[Baby]
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Golds and hoes, niggas doin videos
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My everyday wear is Reeboks and Girbauds
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Young nigga look I'm smarter than Russell Simmons
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And I got more money than tha average nigga
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I done sold coke nigga, I done hit blocks
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I done sold rocks, tha cheap shit had to stop
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I had to be tha biggest nigga on VL block
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So I bust open me a quarter ki spot
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Two G's a Q-P, now my block is hot
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A hundred G's a week nigga, so I couldn't stop
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Now I done stole me a few ki's
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I'm tha only young nigga Uptown frontin Q-P's
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You don't believe me ask Joe Casey
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My background coke history speak for me
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Diamonds and gold all across tha T-O-P
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And all these hoes wanna ride in my Lexus Jeep
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If it ain't cheddar or cheese it ain't gravy
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And these car stealin hoes stay up off tha street
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And these playa hatin niggas need to stop passin through tha UPT
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And all my new hoes gone ride in my Hummer
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But I got a top of tha line bitch beside me
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And if a nigga fuck up my hoe gone ride for me
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See I'll put change on my own brain
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Bitch I spent 50 G's bullet proofin my Hummer man
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25 G's on Fresh's Suburban nigga
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We all pack vests nigga, I know you heard me nigga
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Big Rufus got a Tec and a Lex and he flexin
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And if a nigga disrespect God gone have to bless em
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And let his mom dress em cause it's all good
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It's all gravy, bitch nigga stop playa hatin
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[Hook]
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[Mannie Fresh]
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I done did more hoes than Michael Jackson done shows
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I done made more money than Tommy sale clothes
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I don't think that you can umout shine me man
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You need to um stand behind me man
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Come through this bitch lit up like December
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Givin all these pretty hoes something to remember
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I'ma nigga wit some endangered specie boots
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Spillin crystal on tha floor oppps
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Picture me and yo old' lady butt naked and shit
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She drunker than a muthafucka, suckin my dick
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I just gave yo hoe a hundred for her trouble
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And I'm telling her we can bade in Moet bubbles
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Separate my money, and then
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Big Tymers whip they ass wit 20's and 10's
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Try'n 2 Make A Million
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Big Tymers |